I reckon," and saw Doctor MacDonald, who had never said
a word the whole time, looking at him with that same half
smile, an expression that seemed to say he had foreknown the
"The Free Farmers' Brotherhood of Protection and Con-
trol," Mr. Christian commented; " now ain't that something?
Protection and controL Professor, you're a mighty smart
man. Now ain't he, Perse?"
Mr. Mimn replied, "Yes, sir."
" I always said good learning's a fine thing. It never hurt
nobody. And just look "—and he gestured toward the erect
and emaciated figure of Professor Ball—"that's what it'll do
for a man!"
" Thank you, sir," Professor Ball said, and turned and spat
into the fireplace. " I have a little motto which came into my
head for the Brotherhood. In the French tongue," he added,
clearing his throat slightly. " Le bras pour le droit"
"That's fine," Mr. Christian declared. "That sounds
" Thank you, sir," Professor Ball answered.
"What does it go on to say?"
" It says "—and Professor Ball laid the tips of his bandaged
fingers together—" The arm for the right.' "
"By God!" Mr. Christian exclaimed, "the arm for the
right! Professor, you're a smart man, sure as a dog's got
fleas. Now ain't he, Perse?" He turned and slapped Mr.
Munn on the shoulder and shook him.
" Yes, sir," Mr. Munn agreed. " That's true."
"And the doc there, too," Mr. Christian said, and waved
his arm toward Doctor MacDonald's chair. "The doc, too.
He's a smart man." Then he turned directly to him, and
urged, " Mac, you tell him about the start you made over in
The doctor unclenched his pipestem from his teeth, and
said in his gentle, drawling voice: " Now, it's nothing much
to talk about. We've just got three little bands of Free
Farmers together and organized already. We call them